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hii! can you do a stimboard of scratch n sniff? i have no preferences or hcs :3
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spitblaze · 7 months
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Gold and Silver are good kids and Gold likes to show up unannounced to Lance's house post-game to bother Silver and Silver is like 'ugh great just what I need a loud annoying weirdo' but they are neither loud nor annoying while they hang out they just quietly sit on the floor reading magazines abt pokemon or playing video games and sometimes Gold will shove something in Silver's face like 'WHOA CHECK THIS OUT' and Silver will be like 'can you quiet down. What stupid thing could possibly get you that excited' as if he wouldn't also be equally excited about the very cool article about Sharpedo Gold just found
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HAZBIN IN 2 DAYS BOYS!!
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cringelordofchaos · 27 days
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On CHEWING
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quietwingsinthesky · 2 months
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even is nowhere near an engineer, but they are, by necessity, a quick learner, and by nature, someone who will acquire whatever skills they think are necessary to make themself invaluable. combine that with the fact that the Doctor’s TARDIS is in a constant state of on the fritz/in need of repairs/just being tinkered with by him because he’s bored, and they do pick up a few things. (and obviously, to someone whose entire life has been dependent on their ship Functioning Or Else They’re Fucked In Deep Space, the TARDIS being damaged even slightly is stressful! they want to know how to fix it! they won’t die immediately anymore (probably) if the ship they live on malfunctions, but it’s hard to shake that instinct.)
Which means even does have a pretty thorough knowledge of how to repair and recognize TARDIS parts. Without really knowing what they’re doing, but knowing how to figure out a solution, even if they have to brute force the answer. Think of it like trying to do physics without having any understanding of calculus and instead having to use algebra — completely possible, but frustrating and much more likely to lead to mistakes — AND also the guy teaching you is a substitute teacher who speaks in a language he made up for his D&D group half the time and if you ask him what a word means because you can’t understand what the fuck he’s saying, he goes off on tangents about the etymology of it, forgetting that he’s supposed to be teaching you. physics. they have the world’s most convoluted understanding of how a TARDIS works, but like. about 75% of the time they can identify what’s gone wrong and 50% of the time, they might even be able to solve it themself if they can find the right tools. (*success rate will vary depending on level of stress they’re under.)
(to a much lesser extent, the same goes for piloting, although that’s much more cause-and-effect observation combined with information the doctor throws at them in the heat of the moment. which leads to a knowledge base that’s a bit like not knowing how a car’s steering wheel works, but definitely knowing where both the blinkers and the accelerator are and how to make use of them. even very much cannot fly a tardis alone (or, not effectively. MAYBE through space if they’re under pressure, but they don’t have the sense for time that time lords do. not hooked into that matrix.) but they know enough to be very useful to someone else flying one who can direct them.)
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61below · 3 months
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I’m both a gifted kid and the kid that was kicked out of the gifted program for being a chaos gremlin* and then had multiple years of teachers Decide(tm) that I was being a troublemaker for kicks, and then have to listen to constant shit. Like one time we had a test on naming all the world’s seas. I actually fuckin studied for that one (because I love Categorization! You gotta be able to put everything in its box!) but partway through I realized the teacher just put everything as question 1) A. question 2) B. question 3) C. ‘Neat pattern!’ I thought, but I also didn’t trust her to start a pattern like that without twisting it up in the end to play Gotcha, so I answered them all based on the right name, not by knowing the alphabet. I finished before everyone else. She picked it up and in front of everyone (!) who were still working (!!!!) she said something like ‘I see you figured out what I was doing.’
Instead of, you know, acknowledging that I was doing what teachers are supposed to want: answering tests correctly.
Tldr, I got into a real dark place after years of that shit. Why keep putting effort into shit if it is only EVER going to get thrown back in my face? Thankfully by the time I got to 7th grade and started having one teacher per class instead of one teacher per day, I was able to have less exposure so they didn’t build up as much animosity. I didn’t graduate top ten, bc FUCK math, but I did finish 12th in my class, I did go on to a good college, and I did get a good job. But seriously, fuck every single one of those teachers who treated me like I was evil incarnate bc I couldn’t behave like everyone else.
* I didn’t get diagnosed autistic til I was 33. Now to be fair idk if my school ever did talk to my mom to encourage her to pursue a diagnosis back then, but this WAS the 90s in middle America and I WAS a girl, so it’s equally likely they didn’t even consider it.
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stimwyrms · 1 year
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In between the Drainage System and the Urban areas, lies an entire wasteland ecosystem of refuse, junk and garbage, among other things. 
Rain World Locations: Garbage Wastes
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sensoryserenity · 11 months
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HI sorry i havent posted more boards/gifs i have been. having Issues with my house wi-fi and also tumblr specifically OTL but i’m doing my best i promise aa
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katrinawritesthings · 2 years
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knitting. jongtae. living room. :]
"What are you making?"
"Wuh? Oh, fuck. Fuck. Damn it. Not again." Jonghyun watches, baffled, as Taemin scowls at the long line of finger knitting in his lap. It's a couple of feet long, at least, and connected to three balls of pink, yellow, and blue yarn. "I was making you a bracelet," he grumbles, "but I got distracted by my garbage TV." He gestures at his tacky judge show playing in front of him. "Man." He flops the yarn so it lays in a straight line. It falls off of the couch and halfway across the coffee table.
"Long bracelet," Jonghyun grins. Taemin gives him the middle finger; Jonghyun gasps and acts like it was a blown kiss, catching it out of the air and putting it into his pocket.
"I'll just--I'll make it a snake. Hold on." Taemin fiddles with his yarn, a pout on his lips. "do you know where the googly eyes are?"
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Angie totally has one of these
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Note: The product says ‘perpetual motion’ but I must tell you that that is a lie! The friction from the spit-like prongs rolling on the holder, the hold of gravity itself, and the resistance from the very air means that this toy will not move perpetually. The force of the magnets pushing away from each other only staves off the inevitable: the complete dissipation of kinetic energy and stillness. Eventually the toy will stop moving. As all things on Earth do. And as you will too.
P.S - it’s been an hour since I started mine and it doesn’t look like it’s going to slow down any time soon. It’ll be interesting to see if it’s still swinging in the morning :)
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cochineal-leviat · 4 months
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Siffrin Doodles
Some sketches I made to practise drawing Siffrin. He's very expressive! I adore how multifaced he is and how well he fits in with the silent protagonist while still talking and making meaningful choices in the game. ISAT delves into why the protagonist is quiet and, oh boy, mood. I would also rather let other people talk and just listen to them.
And my favourites doods of the bunch in full HD, jk.
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POV: You're Isabeua.
(small spoilers) I absolutely adore the scene when Isabeau confesses his feelings for Siffrin. But I also imagine that after everything Siffrin went through, they will look tired AF. Let this dude rest! Still, Isabeua is going to see Siff's beauty because that man is hopelessly head over heels for them. They could walk out covered in trash, with the most manic grin on his face after rummaging through the garbage for a specific bauble, and Isa would still think Siff is charming.
(Fair to him, Siffrin is pretty)
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Idk, I like his smile. The profile art Siffrin differs from the art sprites for when they think or talk. It's a shame we don't get to see their confident smile more often.
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Food. If you know, you know and if you do - that mid game scene made my heart melt. Now, when I think of it and the other special events, there is just a sour curdle in my stomach.
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Just straight up the surprise portrait. Of all my favourites (the smug smirks and the absolute happiness sprites) - The surprise portrait stuck with me the most. It's very versatile!
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Swagless, absolutely incontestably - swagless. No idea if people still use swag, but swagless is the only word I can think of fitting this sketch with drunk Siff. Also Siffrin is not threatening anyone with a knife, he's just stimming. Siffrin's just a little guy! He can do no harm, /joking, he very much can do harm/.
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POV: You threatened their family.
Run.
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iavenjqasdf · 3 months
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💦asshole penetrated by a gun 2: break action 🔫
(prequel) cw gunrape
She's shushed, told that it'll be as slow and gentle as they know it needs to be for her. She'll be able to handle it, whether she wants to or not.
The room's pretty barren-looking. Seems like a place that was hastily abandoned long ago, and never really resettled, a frozen apocalypse. A thick layer of dust coats the books still laying face-down by the barricaded door type of situation.
It's a bit spooky, but not like, a horror movie set or anything. Any potential spiders in here are surely just normal sized ones. It can't possibly be as dangerous as it looks.
A second finger is now squirming inside her asshole. It brushes against her prostate, and she wishes she could be less clinical about knowing why she's feeling the way she is, but the sensation isn't really enough to hnnnNNNNN --
With a THIRD finger, the calculus changes; there's enough sensation to simply accept for what it is now.
Sigh of relief. Rolling of the hips. Maybe it won't end so bad for her.
She saw what they did to the other girls outside, by the fire pit, and she chanted along, and got all that resulting useful information in. Picking girl chunks out of your hair at gunpoint really teaches you a lot about how the world works.
But they're inside now. And there's not going to be a revolver, but…
The fingers being removed are her only warning.
The warmth and fullness that were definitely gonna be sufficient for an eventual orgasm are gone. Now there is only the cold hollow mouth of a shotgun barrel, pushing firmly against the cute puffy ridge of her asscunt.
This isn't right. She doesn't feel ready yet.
Some idiotic internal monologue, panic about all the dirt from the filthy gun getting onto her, into her, coming loose and building up inside her, through which she tries to stay calm and keep breathing but just when she thinks she can handle it they push the gun harder and it grinds in, horrible and ripping and barely-lubricated and not at all what she agreed to.
She tears at her lower seams, sobbing apart, tainted blood running down the penetrating steel like a barbers' pole.
They keep pushing. Somehow, another agonizing inch finds a way to fit inside her, despite every automatic attempt her body makes at rejecting it. She heaves and sobs plenty but that doesn't seem to have much effect on what must be done to her.
if she wasn't cuffed to the broken radiator by this point you KNOW she'd be stimming up a fucking storm
But that's been taken care of. Quiet hands.
The movement has stopped down there too, at least. She forces herself to peel an eye open, having to know what's coming next. Pale moonlight through boarded up windows doesn't give her much to work with, but through the haze of pain and dust motes, it sort of looks like-
The shotgun is broken open. She freezes. That's right, they can DO that.
Before she can whine out a pithy protest, something hot and acrid starts trickling down the barrel.
cool so they found a way to make it even worse
An estuary of steaming fresh piss bypasses several girlsphincters, washing all the residual gun chunks directly into the deepest, most wretched cavities of her body, and she starts to REALLY hyperventilate now, because how long it'll take for all those little ragged metal shavings and caustic gun oils (that are no doubt already digging into and dissolving her soft colonmeat) to come back out of her again, only God knows, and she doesn't want to ask him anywa-
KA-BLAM!
A big new hole's opened up in the center of her abdomen, and everyone's invited.
Ragged flesh tripelace dangles around the edges, scarlet ichor and black bile and golden piss and every other color of the human rainbow gushes from her yawning thorax wound. The orgasm she was chasing, perpetually just around the corner, slips out of view through the cascade of gore, replaced by an overwhelming shiver, dying animal curling into itself on the floor, babbling* the garbage data of a permanently shattered brain, everything suddenly very cold and real and serious again.
A thick marine layer of fog rolls into her brain, gently wrapping her in its cold wet embrace and shepherding her away from all the pain and ugliness they blasted out of her. Its purpose served, the shotgun is pulled from her stretchy hole, but the pellets remain, little balls of leaden death embedded in the dusty wood all around as she struggles for each next breath.
She recedes into that misty dark, her body still heaving and twitching its last in the steaming puddle of liquefied intestinal matter.
* "I don't want to die," end up being her last words, in a bit of irony she's in too much shock to properly appreciate.
ao3
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notjustjavierpena · 2 months
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funny headcanons for the Penas? please!
Ask and you shall receive:
Javier threatens the kids with kissing their mom in front of them if he wants to make them follow orders and behave. And he says ‘And I’ll do it again!” whilst Lucas and Inés yell out in disgust.
Javier and Inés always get too invested in games. Lucas and Wife sit back and watch with raised brows, and Inés cheats. A lot. Javier lets her know he is goddamn law enforcement. This goes way into her adulthood too.
Inés once got into the sugar bowl in the kitchen, and Wife found her eating from it with a spoon. It had indeed been suspicious that she had stopped her tantrum so instantly.
Javier once decided that he could make a homemade slip ‘n slide in the garden (after Wife told him no). It was a lot of garbage bags and dish soap, and ended in him just buying one like she had told him to.
Wife makes funny voices for the babies when they have yet to learn how to talk. She’ll reply for them in a really scratchy voice that mostly reminds anyone of a pirate's parrot. Even if she’s alone.
Inés once cut her hair with Javier’s hair trimmer. She wore a lot of different hats until it had grown out enough to be styled.
Lucas once heard his mother call her period ‘Shark Week’ and he was terrified of land-crawling sharks until she realized why.
Wife enthusiastically screams the loudest of all the parents at Lucas’ sports events. Javier gets a little embarrassed, and sometimes kisses her to ground her a little. This doesn’t help though.
Inés has brought in various kinds of animals with the intention of keeping them. She has also stolen an egg from the kitchen with the intention of hatching it under her bed.
Javier once picked up Wife after drinks with her coworkers, and she confessed that she had told them he was a secret agent for the government because she had been too drunk to describe his time in Colombia.
Javier imitates Wife in front of the kids and Wife lowers her voice to a gruff tone to do it right back.
Inés once packed a little bag because she wasn’t allowed something and decided she was going to run away. Wife walked around 30 feet behind her on the pavement, but she only made it down to the bus stop before getting scared and gave in to the invitation of coming back to the house and have a cookie.
Lucas likes twirling his mother’s hair around his fingers as a way of stimming to relax. One time after she had curled her hair for a party, Lucas carefully asked if it was his doing.
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shoccolat · 2 years
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autistic hcs bc it's all i can think about atm
❤️OSOMATSU:
• not one to mask much and is often very blunt, has been told he's rude way too many times but he doesn't really care tbh, he's just being honest
• has a VERY hard time expressing his emotions, either turns it into anger and lashes out or just goes nonverbal
• doesn't like to be alone with his thoughts so he finds lots of ways to distract himself (though he has bad coping methods and often turns to addictive pastimes like gambling and drinking)
• stims: a lot of hand stims including flapping, rubbing under his nose, that lil mini naruto run he does, putting his hands in his pockets to secretly play with whatever garbage is in there, & fidgeting with his hoodie strings. also randomly dabbing (projecting bc i do this too lmao) and VOCAL STIMS!! echolalia, palilalia, random sounds, etc. he's very vocal when he's happy!!
• special interests: horses, whatever manga/anime he's into atm. he infodumps sometimes even though nobody really wants to listen to him, he just talks at them, also bc he's not into the same manga/anime as choromatsu so there's a lack of common interest
💙KARAMATSU:
• a lot of masking but he's not very good at it tbh
• has a good amount of scripts but fumbles through them or goes nonverbal before even approaching someone and ends up missing out on a potential conversation
• socially anxious but tries desperately to pretend he's not ✨
• wears sunglasses to avoid eye contact and also bc he doesn't want people reading him too deeply, he's sensitive so his emotions are often on full display even when he tries to hide them
• PEOPLE PLEASER, will definitely mold his personality/manner of speech to match the person he's with
• stims: putting on and taking off his sunglasses, he also likes sequined clothing bc he likes to run his fingers and nails along them
• special interests: fashion & making clothes, music
💚CHOROMATSU:
• takes his diagnosis/discovery hard at first, doesn't like having something "wrong" with him
• he feels better about it once he realizes "oh THAT'S why i do that/feel that way" and can learn better ways to cope and accommodate (for both himself and his brothers)
• likes to be prepared and has a LOT of scripts but often stutters through them
• socially anxious and gets stressed easily
• often indulges in escapism as a coping method, with a hyperfocus on idols and anime
• probably has like a repertoire of safe foods bc textures 🤢
• stims: FLAPPY HANDS, a lot of hand fidgets like playing with his zipper/hoodie strings when nervous, dermatillomania, also vocal stims like humming & echolalia, and wiggling/rocking
• special interests: nyaa-chan, idols in general, whatever anime/manga he's into, technology, space
💜ICHIMATSU:
• has hardcore social burnout as well as mask burnout from doing it so damn much in high school
• semi-verbal like 80% of the time, goes nonverbal a lot
• monotone speech (i mean that's not a hc but it's worth noting)
• only really talks a lot when he's infodumping or has either a physically written or mentally planned script he can follow
• another socially anxious brother, doesn't really focus on making scripts bc he's not one to approach people so the conversations he does have are often awkward
• cares a LOT about how other people perceive him even though he doesn't show it
• also another brother who has a hard time expressing emotions, he often bottles things up until he hits a breaking point
• gets overwhelmed very easily by crowds and confrontation or meeting new people
• VERY METICULOUS about cleanliness, rules, and manners
• stims: PRESSURE, holding or petting soft things like cats and plushies, kneading, rocking
• special interests: cats, horror movies/slasher films
💛JYUSHIMATSU:
• probably the first one to find out or be diagnosed tbh
• has trouble with social cues and norms, is very much one to just do and say what he likes without much care for what others think (mostly; he's been shown to be much more aware than he seems)
• prone to meltdowns and often takes a while to calm down and recover
• doesn't use scripts much either, just talks about whatever, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't
• used to mask in high school but stopped, his happy face might be a mask too but he seems a lot more comfortable like that so maybe not
• stims: omg SO many happy stims, flappy hands (loves long sleeves bc he likes how they feel when he flaps), waving his baseball bat around, rocking, and VOCAL STIMS!! another very vocal brother, echolalia, palilalia and random sounds just like his big bro :) they get a bit noisy when they're both like this together and are often told by choro, ichi, or totty to go somewhere else
• special interests: BASEBALL, dogs
💗TODOMATSU:
• his tiktok fyp gradually filled up with enough "relatable" #neurodivergent #autism videos that he was like "huh okay maybe i should actually look into this"
• not at first, though: like choro, the discovery is also hard on him and he avoids coming to terms with it for a while before finally giving in and going on an online research binge
• he has a LOT of scripts, both for irl and texting
• his texting often comes off as "dry" bc he's really not good at going off-script and holds himself back from infodumping bc he doesn't want to be overwhelming. he can hold a conversation decently but secretly hates small talk, although he's not very good at furthering a conversation past that if he doesn't know what the other person is interested in
• MASKINGMASKINGMASKING
• he masks SO MUCH OH MY GOD even with his brothers he's gonna burn himself out so bad 💔
• he's also very much another one to mold his personality and speech to match the person he's talking to
• stims: fidgeting with his phone, his phone is a crutch and he feels very anxious when he doesn't have it with him, he likes phone charms bc extra thing to fidget with ❤️, also randomly does peace signs (projecting again with literally all of these but ✨)
• special interests: fashion, cute things like hello kitty etc., probably secretly stuff like true crime or serial killers tbh but nobody will ever know about that ✌️
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holylustration · 14 days
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Aurelia x Marazhai #24
Skipping the queue a bit to answer a more recent kiss prompt for my OG Pair! List of prompts is here, list of completed prompts is in my Index of Works.
#24: ...in danger.
Every time she stumbled with the spinning of the world, Marazhai cursed at her. He dragged her by her wrist, then the ruined collar of her dress, and then finally by the dirty rope that was her braid as they darted through the underbelly of that foul and sunless place.
Her feet slipped along the streets; she was still slick with gore from the arena and light headed from stim withdrawal, for she'd been too careless in sharing it. Jae needed it and Abelard needed it, too, but if they were to get out of this place, Aurelia needed it more, and the cold truth of it was starting to worm its way into the place the mind maggot had left behind.
"Why are we running?" she asked, her throat sore from screaming.
"We are being hunted," was the clipped reply.
"Everything in this place hunts." Aurelia was on her knee again, but so close to the ground, she could see the approaching shadows. She did not even wince as a tug on her braid brought her to her feet.
"Then stop being such easy prey, my - " Marazhai hissed as the momentum sent her sprawling into him.
Blood flowed on Aurelia's clothing as her skin scraped and was pierced by the spikes on his armor. She was too numb to care.
"Kae morag!"
The sickly green light of the street faded into deep shadows as Marazhai wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her further onto the sharp spikes, and hoisted her in the air.
Aurelia caught glimpses of their surroundings over a shoulder plate: ruined, crumbling buildings. Some figures shambled, collecting garbage from piles. Other figures were propped over barrels or pushed against walls, their bodies obscured by leering, lean forms.
The distant sound of wings, of rushed footsteps, followed, mingling with the drugged moans and cries of the lowest of the low.
Marazhai pushed Aurelia into a corner, blocking her from view. His face was cast in shadow as he loomed above her.
"It is time for another game now, my pet," he whispered. "And if you break the rules, it will not be by my hand that you suffer." He took her face between his fingers, lifting her chin up as he brought his mouth to hers.
His lips were surprisingly soft and tasted of blood. He kissed her hungrily - no, urgently - as though it might be their last time, stealing the very breath from her lungs as he nipped at her mouth and let his tongue glide against hers. There was no way, even in the dark and with her eyes closed, that she could pretend she was anywhere else or with anyone else, not when she had become the center of his entire world.
The commands of the search party drew closer, but Aurelia scarcely heard them. The poisoned chalice of his affections had likely doomed them both.
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